Waterfalls and Wildflowers

As we sailed away,

Tides melding bronze

With vivacious greens

And calm blue hues,

Spectacles overtook senses.

 

Water came crashing down

The rocky slopes

In a liquid avalanche

Of droplets painted ivory, prisms

Reserved for dreamers like you.

 

We passed through

The downward stream,

The past hitting us like bricks

And soaking us

Through to our memories.

 

You just laughed -

A little water never hurt anyone.

And I reached out

To the side of the cavern,

Plucking that golden wildflower

 

Tucking it behind your ear.

I smiled as you danced,

Splashing in the puddles,

And singing in the rain

Of childhood innocence.

Author's Note

First poem I have written in a while, I have been having terrible writer's block as of late, so it may not be up to par. I tried to write this from a different point of view than my own, a father's perspective, so that is a new venture for me.

Reviews

[SurindrasFawn]

A fascinating read indeed as if venturing into an oceanic painting while the artist's world is slowly brought to realistic life. You have captured the imagination of a child and preserved it in this poem literally whisking the reader away ever so gently into that present place. I envisioned waterfalls, fountains of youth, and colorful rain. One of my favorite reads in the past few days.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you so much for your glowing review, I really appreciate it! I am glad it brought you into the scene, I always love when people are able to envision it as I do.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Wow this was simply Stunningly Lovely.



Hope your writers block has passed

I have not looked at your work in so long
thought I'd pay you a visit.



God bless and I hope you're well. Benita

[Zahra]

This is equisite. Wonderful imagery presented consicely. 100/100
Well penned.

[Skai Rain]

What a sweet and happy poem! It is beautiful and made me smile. The innocence of children is a joy that can't be beat. Thank you for sharing.

[Sophy Freebirds]

Ahh girl...i was suffering from the same lame disease. Its irritating when you have ideas and cannot pen it down. But i liked this poem. A voyage across your life. Past may hit us but it is in our hands that we let it rule or not.Yes its a new perspective a father looks at his child enjoying life carelessly. Then he realises he has lost his same wild nature. Nice write :)

~Sophy

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks so much Sophy, you clearly connected well with this one =)

[Sophy Freebirds]

Wow. Glad :) you are welcome

[loverofpoetry7]

I haven't even been on this site in months because I just couldn't write anything. Was very depressing. But I am glad to be back and have some poems to put up (hopefully they will be received well). I love this, the imagery is just beautiful. A beautiful poem you have here. Great job.

[Ashira Macy]

Welcome back! I am glad you enjoyed this and can't wait to dive in to some of your new stuff!

[John Ryan]

i hate writers block

usually music helps me write but often times doesn't

[Ashira Macy]

I can't write with music on for some reason. It distracts me.

[Leigh]

You have drawn a lot into this and created a feeling of adventure through colourful and exotic landscapes.

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks so much, I am glad you liked it!

[Terpsichore]

A really nicely written poem, told from the perspective of a father's love it ascends to another level of beauty.

T

[C. Rose]

Liquid avalanche, droplets of paint ivory, reserved for dreamers like you.

What a playful poem - I also like the double alliteration of the title.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you my friend, glad you caught that in the title. =)